[Female students from art schools] (47)

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Chapter 47. An Unusual Price. Director Wang seemed quite attached to Zhang Yan. Even after they had been entwined

for a while, he was still unwilling to let go. His hands involuntarily began

to roam over Zhang Yan's chest again.

"Alright, Director Wang!"

"Xiao Yan, actually, I want to do it one more time."

Director Wang grinned maliciously.

Zhang Yan patted his hand. "I want to too, but your director wife won't allow it."

At the mention of his wife, Director Wang's face immediately turned ugly. He stood up reluctantly.

"If you give me everything later, how are you going to deliver the supplies when you get home?"

Zhang Yan looked at him with a seductive smile.

Director Wang sighed. He straightened his clothes, glanced at Zhang Yan with a very unloving look, and

slowly walked towards the door.

I quickly hid around the corner.

Director Wang left the room and strode downstairs.

I nervously turned around and came to the door of the room.

"Xiao Ruo, I know you're here!" Zhang Yan called me.

I knew she had already spotted me, but I braced myself and went inside.

"Teacher Zhang!"

Zhang Yan was already dressed and had even cleaned up the mess left behind by Director Wang.

Looking at the wads of tissues in the trash can not far away, I blushed.

"Xiao Ruo, when no one's around, you can call me Sister Yan, okay?"

I nodded, and Zhang Yan pulled me over to sit on the sofa where they had just been intimate.

Zhang Yan smoothed her hair, looked at me, and murmured, "Xiao Ruo, you saw everything, do

n't think I'm cheap? That I'm the kind of woman who's not clean at all?"

I looked at her, somewhat at a loss, "Teacher Zhang, oh, no, Sister Yan…"

Zhang Yan looked at me, her voice earnest, "Xiao Ruo, for you, this world may still be pure and

clean, but for me, even the bluest sky is filled with dark clouds, do you understand? In this world,

the most miserable and tiring are us women."

I didn't understand what Zhang Yan was trying to say.

Zhang Yan smiled slightly. "To live in this world, to live better than others, one has to pay a price.

And for us women, that price is our bodies, especially for women like us who can make men's hearts flutter. Xiao Ruo,

I hope you don't go down this path. I can't turn back now. Just like you saw earlier,

to cooperate with those men, I have to sleep with them. They are attached to my body, and I need their

help."

"Sister Yan..."

I murmured, looking at her.

Zhang Yan smiled and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye. "Women suffer, do you understand? For women to

survive , they have to be more tired and suffer more than men, sometimes even losing their dignity. Xiao Ruo, can you understand?"

I nodded blankly.

Zhang Yan leaned back on the sofa, slowly closing her eyes. After a while, she sat up straight again.

"Alright, Xiaoruo, we should go now. I'll treat you to dinner tonight. I want to talk to someone,

would you like to listen?" I don't know why I agreed, but I was really curious about what kind of thrilling story Zhang Yan, the teacher who

was so powerful

, sexy , even the goddess in the hearts of many boys, had inside. 　　I nodded heavily. 　　Zhang Yan stood up, a little weak, and I quickly helped her up. 　　She glanced at the black stockings that Director Wang had torn to shreds. The tears seemed to be more like tears to her heart than torn stockings. She smiled bitterly and sat down again, then took off all the stockings and threw them into the trash can. 　　"That bastard, he just likes to tear stockings. He said it gives him an unprecedented feeling of pleasure, especially when he tears mine!" 　　Zhang Yan gave another bitter laugh. 　　I looked at her, speechless. 　　Zhang Yan slowly stood up, picked up the tissues and stockings from the trash can, and then opened the door. 　　I followed her out of the room. The air felt so pure; the suffocating had made it hard to breathe. 　　Downstairs, Chen Duoduo and the other two complained for a while. I forced a smile and explained that Director Wang had just been discussing work with Zhang Yan. 　　They didn't suspect anything, and we got into Zhang Yan's Audi A4. 　　I opened the window a crack and looked outside. It was almost dark. Perhaps the world is like the sky now —darkness always outweighs the stars. 　　I turned and glanced at Zhang Yan, who was driving intently. From the moment she came downstairs, she seemed like a different person. No one would imagine that just a few minutes ago, she had a passionate encounter with a man she had no feelings for, a man who disgusted her. 　　My mind was a mess. The image of Director Wang and Zhang Yan's frenzied lovemaking flashed through my mind again—the chilling whispers, the maddening moans—everything lingered like a nightmare . 　　I began to understand those five words Zhang Yan had said: "The price of being a woman!"

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